Probably Fine

 I started a long post and then, as happens, just didn’t get around to finishing it. So we’re here now.

A therapy session and deadass five days of stressing about *gestures broadly at everything* and we’re here now.

We talked about it. I was proud of how I communicated. I’m pretty good at it sometimes. And the other times I just pangolin it, but. That’s…just how it is. 

Things will, hopefully, edge toward better now. Or at least different. Or at least not worse.

It’s raining and windy. I’m sitting in the truck while S takes Leels into the grocery store (their decision; I offered to come - several times). We just took her to Chuck E. Cheese for the first time and she had the best time I think anyone could have.

I felt overwhelmed as FUCK, just like I do every time. Children’s birthday parties and Chuck E. Cheese just doesn’t make for a good time. For me. Also casinos. Fairs. Water parks. Six flags. Nightclubs. When bands play at crowded bars. Amusement park rides (it’s a subcategory). Music festivals are very iffy. Marci Gras is probably also a not? Most other venue entertainment is fine, but I need spiritual preparation and exact expectations.